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    I swore that I was looking at an angel….a very naughty looking angel, but an angel nonetheless.  She was leaning against the doorjamb, holding my boxer shorts, wearing this cute, little white bandeau-style bikini top with a matching sarong, her hair pulled back in a messy but hot, French twist and a colorful towel thrown over her shoulder.  As I took in that sexy smirk and really became aware of the woman before me, the fog that had enveloped my senses began to lift.  Not just now, in this moment (although I think it would later be clear to me that it was a huge catalyst), but all the doubts I’d been feeling and questions I’d been asking of myself for years now. I may have been attracted to, had crushes on, and yes even dated and had sex with men so far in my life; but not a single one of them ever made me feel the way I do now with this woman looking at me the way she is.  Taking in that look and the way my body is responding to her look, I think that I’m in serious trouble!

     

    Finally the power of speech returned to me as I noticed her walking closer to me and realized she was saying something to me.  I only caught the first or middle part, I think, of what she had said, because even though it was only a matter of 10 or 12 feet between us initially, my mind was playing it in slow-motion, taking in the sway of her hips and she had an incredible walk.  But as I noticed her holding the boxers out towards me, I assumed it was in reference to them and as I reached my hand towards her for them I acknowledged what I had heard and said, “Well it’s your lucky, well I guess actually my lucky day, those are indeed my boxers. Thank you so much for finding them! Even though I think it’s pretty deserted around here now, if I’d attempted to make it back to my apartment like this, knowing Murphy’s Law I would’ve run into somebody en route and that would have been so incredibly embarrassing….not that this isn’t bad enough either…in fact, I can’t believe that I’m still standing here..talking to you in my underwear…oh God, Oh GOD….”  As I let out my rapid-fire speech and finally took notice of what I was saying, I remembered what was on the back of these particular boyshorts and closed my eyes, shaking my head as if I could will myself out of this mortifying situation.  Trying to regulate my breathing, I could feel my face getting warm, as the blush was sure to be present.

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    Comments

    1. man what a long absence on your part…. is that the trick …. “get me hooked and then disappear for a few days?” What was written on the back of the boyshorts???? After all Tina saw her butt or part of it, so please do tell and do post soon!!!!

    2. SEXY story! I love the flirting and Tina portraying an alpha side. I hope someone asks someone out before they leave the laundry room! A blushing Bette would definitely be a sight to behold!

    3. Hmmm, I quite like a Bette that’s not all swagger and having the world swoon at her feet. Go Tina! Thanks for the chapter, and I hope you post more soon. Cheers!

    4. How lucky can one person be to hold the short,and then watch as they are put on. Since its Bette.Would I have given them back or had them. framed and hung on my wall. I would try to get the whole package. thanks

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